Moonlight dances playfully across the waves, Scampering lightly to escape their licking tongues. I see a young breeze brush its tender fingertips upon the sand, Lifting small grains up, and down.

Time has run out on us. I must pull myself away. The slightest of movements increasing the distance, and Piercing inch by inch. Please forget me when you remember, If only to lessen the pain. As I move away, the muscles of your face tighten; Furrowing into canyons of doubt, Waves of fear crashing up, and down.

And I am enveloped into the night, Becoming one with silence.

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